With Pahetz’s command, the sailors behind her brought out their shovels, clearly intending to claim a share of the treasures on the beach alongside Philis.
Philis gritted her teeth, her golden locks visibly bristling with irritation.
She normally didn’t care, but the very thought of soone vying with her for money was intolerable, certainly more agonizing than murder.
Pahetz’s plump cheeks quivered as she watched Philis’s hair stand on end and she hastily raised her hands in pacification, retreating a step while softening her tone as if intimidated by Philis’s fury,
"Hey, hey, no need to be hasty, you lions are always so impatient, let’s not rush this... How about this, since you discovered the beach finds, you should have a larger share. Let’s dig for treasures together, and we’ll split the finds sixty-forty, with you taking the sixty, how does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, Philis’s bristled hair sowhat relaxed, and even her brain, compressed by greed, sluggishly processed the idea...
If she didn’t share with them, she either had to fight or compete with the three of them for the treasure, likely ending up with less, plus fighting could ruin the boss’s plan; but if she did agree to share, she’d get the lion’s share!
Thinking it over, her pancake-like ears fluttered as she nodded, clutching the golden cup in her arms,
"Deal, we’ll gather the treasures together tonight and divide them up. I’m warning you now, don’t hide any treasures, or don’t bla for turning on you."
Pahetz extended her chubby hand and shook Philis’s sandy paw without any disdain, saying cheerfully,
"No problem at all."
But in truth, Pahetz and the other two still had to find food for the Iceberg Queen, sparing no ti for treasure hunting with her.
Since the lion-woman seed idle and appeared simple-minded, they could just dig up a little sothing to appease her and then take forty percent of the hard-earned treasure Philis had dug up; using Philis as free labor for treasure hunting was purely profit.
Team up to outnumber and outscoop her in treasure hunting is one thing, but letting her do most of the work and still taking a forty percent cut was the real masterstroke.
Watching Pahetz and the two sailors head to another spot with their shovels, Philis hid her delight, carefully placing the golden cup she held behind her before resuming her frantic digging in the sand for buried treasure.
Fisher observed this scene silently smirking, clearly aware of what Pahetz was scheming.
As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving, and Pahetz, despite her plump appearance, was quite sly and alluring—a fact evidenced by how she had effortlessly lowered Old Jack’s guards earlier.
Despite being a few years older, the rugged but naïve Nali man was no match for this Sardinia Female Country’s Chief Officer...
Observing Philis furiously at work, Fisher suddenly wondered where the Lion-man Species would place in the hierarchy of life?
He had seen the All Things Warning Stone Tablet at the Sea Floor, but unfortunately, it was swallowed whole by a Siren.
At that thought, he called over to Emhardt, perched on his shoulder, wanting to inquire about the Life Rank,
"Emhardt, do you know about the Life Rank?"
"Ah? What, Life Rank...?"
Both Emhardt and Fisher had been eyeing the distant scroll, equally eager to discover what knowledge it contained, hoping to incorporate that into his being as was innate for a relic.
Thus, when Fisher abruptly asked, Emhardt took a second to withdraw his gaze from Valentina and her group before replying,
"Let think, that’s an ancient concept, probably from around the ti I was newly forged by the Holy Descendants, and it ca from your Humans. I can only give you a rough idea, as I wasn’t as smart back then as I am now."
After hearing this, Fisher was taken aback, having assud relics like Emhardt to be distinct from others upon their creation,
"So you an that when you were first forged by these Holy Descendants you ntion, you didn’t actually have any spiritual wisdom?"
"Ah, correct... It was like any Life at its birth, with a very vague consciousness and fulfilling the duties naturally endowed by the Holy Descendants. It wasn’t until my unknown departure from the Holy Land and the Holy Descendants that, over the long years, I gradually acquired my current thoughts, surely for so special reason..."
"But we’re getting off track. I was supposed to talk about the Life Rank."
As he spoke, Emhardt floated mid-air, with pages within him flipping rapidly as if searching the records he once kept,
"Well, the term ’Rank’ is actually a classification you Humans are accustod to. You like to organize various concepts according to Order, to show their distinctions. Overall, it seems like you’ve created several Ranks: Reproduction Rank, Guardian Rank, and Relationship Rank."
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